A MEDITATION ON OBTAINING JOB SATISFACTION

BY MAX SMART

Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Cyrus P. Marks, and I am
employed as school disciplinarian at a Catholic girls' boarding
school, Atonement Academy. My job is not a glamorous one; it does
not involve itself with high finance, with high risk adventure,
with scientific quest, with famous persons. Rather, it is a
simple, mundane, repetitive job, such as many of us have. The
daily grind, you might say, not much new from day to day. And yet
I contend that one may find contentment, satisfaction, even
happiness in such a job if one maintains the right attitude. The
meditation I am offering is specifically about MY job, but really
its techniques can apply to just about any job in the workaday
world.

What could be more boring? This is the impression many have of my
job and I often hear this sentiment expressed, often in a
sympathetic way. What, indeed, could be more boring than such a
repetitive, endless task as mine? Whap! Whap! Whap! From sun up
to sun down. One young culprit's bottom pretty much the same as
the last. Once you've learned the technique, the tools, the
proper positioning of the subject, there's really nothing to it,
nothing to keep the mind active, nothing to offset the gradual
tiring of the arm as the day wears on, the ultimately frustrating
realization that no matter how many bums you whack, there will
still be an endless supply of miscreants. True, some girls may
reform, but many never seem to and you see those week after week.

And yet, the truth of the matter is that I am almost never bored,
that I truly look forward to each days set of tasks, and that I
go to bed happy and fulfilled at each day's end! How? That is
what I am about to share with you.

My method of maintaining satisfaction in my work can be
summarized in two words: Attention and Commitment.

Attention: That is, PAY ATTENTION. It is when one truly pays
attention that one becomes aware of the wonderful richness of the
seemingly mundane.

For example, one might think that one teenage girl's bottom is
pretty much the same as another. And this is true if one believes
it - two curved fleshy hemisphere's separated by a crack and
there you have it. And yet for one who pays attention, there is
infinite variety. The skin color, the curves, the size, the
spacing of the divide, the presence of lack of dimples, the hair
on the cheeks - from a light downy fuzz, to a serious dark
growth, the firmness or lack thereof, the smoothness of the skin.
And all of this really only from concentrating on JUST the
buttocks.

Of course a girl coming under discipline will often be displaying
more than just the two fleshy hemisphere's described above. The
delicate and pale (or, large and muscular) thighs, for example.
Or, if she's been made to remove her underwear completely, the
feminine parts will come into view; and here is another source of
great and rich variety - in this case the more variety the closer
one looks! To avoid shocking those readers with more delicate
sensitivities I won't go into great detail other than to note
that the varieties of hair (color and fineness and growth), skin
color, and general conformation and plumpness in this part of a
girl is provides a wealth of detail for the truly observant.

Girls who come under my sway learn quickly that they can't depend
on a simple raising of the skirt, lowering of the panties
routine. Often a bashful youngster will find herself required to
remove a good deal more. Sometimes I will have her quite nude. In
these cases and for those in between, there are so many aspects
of a teenage girl's body to observe, note, and compare. Need I
mention "innies" and "outies"? Need I point out the wonderful
differences from one girl to the next in the question of breasts
- the size, shape, the nipples? I think not!

Other interesting aspects of a young girl's body can come into
view depending on the position(s) that you require her to adopt
for her thrashing. The buttocks themselves conform to many
different shapes according to how tightly they may be bent, and
the natural spread of the cheeks varies a great deal from girl to
girl. Of course when I require a young strumpet to keep her feet
well apart (supposedly for the purpose of providing a more secure
foundation!) the female parts as well as the more rearward
opening show themselves rather impudently. A patient and
observant man can spend a great deal of time observing a girl
from this angle. I swear I never grow tired of it!

Besides the visual sense, we, as you know, also have an audial
sense. Let us consider sound. Primarily, of course, we have the
lovely vocalizations of our desperate young misses. What a
variety we have here! Piteous pleas, haughty refusals, horrified
questions come under those vocalizations that make use of the
English language. Non-English vocalizations range from the
guttural grunt, to the anguished moan, to the high-pitched wail.
And each girl adds her own special touches to these.

Other wonderful sounds are the swish of the cane through the air,
the snap of the strap against a bare backside, the creaking of
restraints as a girl struggles desperately to escape her just
deserts.

Touch, taste, smell? For the sake of those readers of delicate
sensibilities I won't go into detail on these, save to note that
I make a point of not neglecting them!

A person in my position who paid little attention to all this
would simply raise the skirt, lower the panties , apply the
required strokes, holler out "Next!", and live out a very bleak
existence!

I believe, dear reader, that you see my point about attention.
And I have really only covered a small portion of what may be
paid attention to. For instance there are the lovely little
faces, and the myriad of expressions that flit over them. And,
perhaps most wonderful and diverting, there are the personalities
and how they respond to embarrassment, anticipation, and pain.
Not only is the variety here tremendous from girl to girl, but
there are changes from experience to experience with the same
girl. For example, a girl who has experienced the caresses of the
birch may be MORE fearful and humble on her second punishment
than on her first. And a girl who has learned that I make a point
of making each successive session more distressing than the last
will often present a very interesting set of behaviors on her
third punishment.

To go on just a bit longer than necessary, there is also lovely
result of paying attention to personality, mental state, and
anatomy and how they interact. This leads, for example, to the
lovely awareness of how Matilda Loomis's breasts shake as she
trembles and pants with fear, or to the slight twitches of
trepidation that can be discerned in the muscles at the base of
Jenny Hargroves bottom when she is bent over my desk and waiting
for the first bite of the cane, twitches which alternately hide
and then present her feminine parts.

Thus for attention. It is an endless subject and the above is
only an introduction. Now I turn to its sister discipline,
Commitment. By this I mean commitment to doing your job as well
as it can be done. If you are truly committed in this way, you
will never become bored. You will always be looking for new ways
to be more effective in your work and refining the ways that you
already have developed. This holds equally true for any job, mine
being only one example. However, mine is the one I know and thus
it will be the one I write about!

In my line of work, what does it mean to do the best job
possible? Ultimately it means reducing illicit behavior to as low
a level as possible. Specifically, since this particular method
is through corporal punishment, it means enhancing and refining
as much as possible the deterrent qualities of what the girls
experience when they come into my power. More specifically, these
qualities can be categorized as fear, embarrassment, humiliation,
and pain. But just a moment's reflection will show that each of
these categories can also be broken down into dozens of
components, producing an endless abundance of room for
creativity.

As with just about any job, I could be satisfied with going
through the motions. "Up with the skirt! Down with the panties!
Over the desk! Whack! Whack! Whack! Next!" I could probably hold
my job this way, and, most likely, one or two girls might
actually be reformed in the process. But I choose to NOT be
satisfied in this way. I must excel! And it is this desire itself
that leads to all of the benefits of job satisfaction that I
have.

"But Cyrus," I hear you say, "my job is so restrictive that I
can't do anything to improve it." Please believe me, my job was
pretty restrictive, too, when I first took it on. Each offense
had a prescribed punishment, always the cane over the tightened
skirt; and the number of strokes was always set out. There was
very little I could do to excel. What I DID do is convince my
customers - the principal and the board of regents, and,
ultimately, the parents, that RESULTS were much more important
than simple rule following. I convinced them, first, to give me
just a little leeway - just the ability to add or subtract in the
number of strokes at my own discretion. With this small tool, I
could add to a girl's sense of helplessness and dependency upon
me. She had to be mighty polite toward me if she didn't want to
incur added strokes, and simply not knowing what she was going to
get helped to remove her courage.

Then I obtained permission to use heavier and lighter grades of
canes. This had a BIG effect on the girls, let me tell you. A
judicial cane is much, much more painful than a standard
schoolgirl cane.

Those who cared couldn't help but notice an improvement in
behavior, and thus it became even easier for me to gain more
leeway. Getting the go-ahead to raise a skirt, and (gasp) to
lower a pair of panties was a major step and met with some heated
resistance, particularly among some parents. But by this time I
had some strong allies and some strong arguments. At any rate,
once that step had been taken, all subsequent steps have been
easier and have met with little or no resistance. It seems that a
parent who trusts you enough to let you bare his/her daughter's
bottom will tend to trust you to decide what to do with it once
it's bared.

One little trick that I am particularly proud of is my rather
quick aging. You see, with a little gray hair coloring, a cane to
walk with, a little bit of a stoop, and quiver in the voice,
people starting believing that I was a man of fairly advanced
age, when in fact I am only 42. Parents found it much easier to
accept the idea of an elderly man, presumably beyond any erotic
interests, attending to their daughters bare bottoms, or bare
whatevers. Of course I didn't fool the principal or many of the
board of regents, but they were quickly won over to my side when
I started inviting them to special disciplinary sessions for
especially naughty girls. They seemed to appreciate this little
courtesy quite a bit! In fact a number of the fathers have found
these sessions to have a "calming" effect on any concerns they
might have had as to the modesty of their own daughters.

It wasn't a quick process, but now I am king of my own castle.
Ironically I was at one point almost done in by the very
effectiveness of my methods. The girls became so terrified of my
little sessions that they all became models of decorum, thus all
but eliminating the need for my job! It took some fast footwork
on my part but I convinced my "customers" so see things my way:
Even though the young dears were behaving admirably, there was
always danger of backsliding, so there must be continuous
reminders of the results of slippage. Thus the following - every
week teachers report one or two girls from each class, girls who
for whatever reason the teacher believes could stand a little
improvement, whether it be in schoolwork, decorum, politeness,
neatness of dress. Thus no matter how well- behaved everyone was,
there are always SOME who aren't doing quite as well as the
others. This supplies me with a steady stream of subjects and
continues to provide excellent incentive for the girls to
continue their self-improvement -to excel!

Now it IS true that the sheer numbers of girls passing under my
care every week has been reduced quite a bit. Do I see this as a
problem? No! It simply gives me that opportunity of giving more
attention to each case. Each girl is assured of getting at least
the full measure of punishment that she has coming, and she is
also assured that I will take a careful, systematic, unhurried
approach to giving it to her. In the old regime a girl could only
have my attention for about fifteen minutes. Now I can happily
keep her busy for one or two hours. This allows for so much more
attention to detail and creativity on my part, and gives her much
more time to reflect on her transgressions, however small they
may be.

The fact that the girls are behaving better doesn't change the
way I treat a girl when she is sent to me. Maybe she wasn't
caught in some flagrant violation of school rules, but there is
always room for improvement. Sometimes I think the teachers ( all
male ) pick girls to send to me based simply on the teacher's
desire to have them punished. Some teachers pick rather arbitrary
criteria, for example, on a given day any girl wearing green gets
reported. This presents no problem for me because I believe that
they all do better with regular punishment.

My favorite time of year is the fall, when we get a crop of
Freshman girls. They are unfamiliar with the school rules and
thus likely to run afoul of them, and, best of all, they tend to
be very innocent and unfamiliar with corporal punishment. Often I
give these new girls special sessions - designed to make a strong
impression, and I often use them to try out experimental methods.

For example, just yesterday I tried out a new enema mixture on a
cute little brunette freshman named Amelia Jones. The poor thing
was so shy and embarrassed as I removed her clothes and then tied
her over the vaulting horse. Her rearward opening flinched
charmingly as I teased it with the enema nozzle. What was new
about the enema mixture was that I was experimenting with adding
a little habanero juice. It took some persistence on my part, but
Amelia eventually took four full quarts and then had to hold it
for about an hour. As far as holding it goes, her willpower
wasn't involved; I simply inserted a butt plug and left her tied
over the horse. I took great pleasure in ignoring her abject
pleading and crying and passed the time whalloping her small,
pale bottom with the heavy tawse. I noted with pleasure the
special little squeal she would produce whenever the strap
collided with the butt plug.

I try to keep in contact with disciplinarians at other schools
and trade ideas. For example, from the director of the Institut
de Madeliene I've gotten the idea of inserting horse radish in a
very sensitive location. I've also had great success with the
triangular wooden horse, of which I now have four and
occasionally enjoy having four girls ensconced - one per horse.
Their screams and cries produce a beautiful four part harmony.

But I don't discard the tried and true. The cane is still my
primary tool, although I am becoming more and more fond of the
birch. If you remember, the cane came into popularity as a
replacement for the birch because it could be effective over
clothing whereas the birch could not. It was a move towards a
misguided sense of decency. Now that I've eliminated the clothing
problem I find that both the cane and the birch serve very well
indeed.

One of my cardinal rules of commitment is that a girl will always
cry and will usually scream and wail before I am through with
her. Some girls resist this - the "brave" ones. Usually these
brave ones are also new ones, because the experienced girls learn
that there is no use in attempting to deny me the evidence of
their suffering. With a "brave" girl, I love to accept the
challenge and to take my time in defeating her. Believe me, her
defeat is assured.

If I suspect or see Athat a girl is going to attempt to avoid
crying out, I will often toy with her. I will make the initial
strokes lighter than I might normally make them. This gives the
poor creature hope. Only the other day I had a young, plump
freshman over the horse - Greta Wilson was her name, I believe. I
knew that it was her first taste of corporal punishment, even
though she attempted to convince me otherwise with an appearance
of disdain and unconcern.

I could see through her front. It was especially obvious when she
first realized that she was going to have to remove all of her
clothing. She wanted me to believe she was worldly, but clearly
she had never been naked in front of a man. She instinctively
tried to cover her large breasts and her full red bush and
shivered with the fear that she so wanted to hide.

I had Greta mount the horse lengthwise - a favorite position of
mine, especially for new girls. The top bar of the horse has a
rather rough surface that can cause irritation to any body part
that repeatedly rubs against it. The youngster trembled as I tied
her wrists and ankles to the horse and I detected the slightest
whimper. She jerked in surprise and called be a "dirty old man"
when I reassuringly patted her left breast, which was hanging so
conveniently down the side of the horse.

Greta didn't require a vertical stroke to start her to yelling.
No, after giving her four or five medium strokes with the
standard girl's cane, during which she jerked and writhed in pain
but managed to remain silent, and perhaps began to think that she
just might be able to tough it out, I gave her one very hard
stroke. It surprised her. She grunted, softly but clearly. This
is a moment I treasure - the first little sound from a brave
girl. A clear, thin, red line appeared across both lovely cheeks.

I then switched to a heavier grade cane and, without warning,
gave her a full blooded stroke across the top of her lovely,
well-bent, well-spread bottom. She yelled out. Then she choked
and started sobbing. I cut this off with another heavy stroke
just below the first one.

"OHHHHH! Stop!! It's too much! I can't st..!"

I'm afraid she didn't finish that last sentence as I interrupted
it with another nasty stroke rather lower down on her now very
red and well wealed bottom. Needless to say, she was a very noisy
girl for the rest of the session, which was a fairly long one, as
I recall. In fact Greta, the "brave" girl, eventually came out
with some of the most abject pleading for mercy and some of the
most animalistic howls I had heard in a while. I believe she was
confined to her bed for a day or two afterwards.

The above example illustrates very well, I think, how the two
guiding principles - Attention and Commitment - interact. I pay
attention to the subtleties of the vocalizations of my girls
which helps me as I strive to add the refinements needed to
create the greatest effect.

Now lets look at job satisfaction from a slightly different
angle. We've been looking at the positive things you can do to
make your daily experience better. One must also freely admit
that the best of jobs have little irritations that, taken
together, can depress the spirit. For an example, lets consider
what I like to call, "on the job accidents".

Again, I want to be careful to avoid offending the highly
delicate among my readers, but I must deal with this issue head
on. I ask every girl, before her session, if she needs to take
care of anything before we start. I do this because, frankly,
it's disruptive an upsetting for me when a girl can't control her
bladder, and apparently has such little consideration for other's
sensibilities that she treats my punishment room as if it were a
toilet.

In spite of my efforts there are always some accidents. Often
it's the new girls, who don't quite realize the amount of pain
they're in for, an just how taxing it will be on their bladder
control if they haven't "gone" just beforehand. They usually
learn pretty quickly, and you'll soon understand how. On the
other hand there are some occasionally (rarely) girls who just
can't seem to get this right.

Again, attitude is the answer. I've learned to accept this kind
of thing as just one of the drawbacks of the business. Of course
I don't take it lying down. When a girl shows this kind of
rudeness, she is punished for it - in addition to whatever she
was already getting. For this purpose I have a wicked little
multi-tailed leather flogger and I usually give the offender ten
sharp strokes in the most appropriate spot. As I said, for most
of the girls, especially the new ones, this is sufficient to keep
the offense to a one time thing.

For the repeat offenders I usually find that upping the number of
strokes to twenty does the trick. In fact, at the moment I only
have one girl that seemingly can't be cured, a very pretty
sophomore named Christine Falks. Christine is an exceedingly
lovely blond girl with an elegantly slim figure, and a pleasingly
innocent demeanor, who seems to have an unfortunate proclivity
for getting reported to me week after week. I suspect that the
teacher who keeps reporting her is having his revenge on her for
being so beautiful, because she seems on the whole quite
well-behaved (as I imagine she ought to be after so many sessions
with the likes of me!)

As I noted before, it's not up to me to determine guilt or
innocence, and Christine's bare bottom gets my undivided
attention for the appropriate treatment. I have a fondness for
the girl, but this doesn't really help her much, because my
fondness is mostly based on the lovely way her white bottom weals
and bruises - making it always a pleasure to deal with. Always I
remind Christine to empty her bladder, always she skoots off to
the little girl's room and is back in a couple of minutes. I
always have Christine strip completely naked, simply because she
is so pleasing to look at this way. Then it's up on the horse, or
stretched on the ladder, or over my desk, or on her back on the
table - whatever I happen to pick for her.

She holds out for varying amounts of time, but without fail the
poor girl eventually manages to produce, from some unknown
reserves, a copious flood - usually at the height of her agony.
She is horribly humiliated by her own lack of control, of course.
By now I've learned to have a strategically placed bucket ready,
and I continue Christine's regular punishment to its appointed
end. Then she gets the twenty strokes I mentioned before. More
than twenty I think might cause injury, so I then have Christine
spend about an hour on the triangular horse. Even with all this I
have so far been unsuccessful in effecting a cure, even though
the poor girl is kept so sore that she has a perpetual waddle to
her walk. I would appreciate any suggestions for that anyone may
have.

At any rate, the point of all this has been to show that no job
is perfect, that they all have little problems and irritations,
and that one simple needs to maintain a cheerful attitude and do
one's best.

Well, that's it in a nutshell, the story of how one man has found
satisfaction is his work. I sincerely hope that some of what I
have shared here may be of help to those who are not getting
satisfaction from their jobs, whatever they may be.